I still can’t perceive
what will happen in the future,
I only know that
if the heart shatters,
a belly-less hatred
will strike the walls and
shake the soul.
My eyes beheld
beyond the twilight,
the shapes of the future in the mist:
The shadowed face of life.
I want to believe that everything
was a result of the silence
of the darkness.
Oh, solitude,
how fire burns!
The morning suddenly unveiled
the truth of life and
the reason for my existence:
Dreams and I are
but an illusion!
4 Me gusta